ash enslow (july 16th,1982 / Monterey, Ca)
I'm not possessed just obsessed to be the perfect girl.
I want a life not more strife, Im sick n tired of this world.
I see you there with your stare gazing at my face
I want to let you know I am nothing of your race.
I let you go and wander far into the valley of death
I breath your scent and feel your touch against my swollen breast.
I got that fire inside me that you lit for all those days
I want you back without no lack this is not a phase.
I need you to drink the blood that pours through my veins,
I Love the way you suck it dry causing me no pain.
I hear your voice from down below the depths of profanity
I like to live in this world of perfect insanity.
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